Unbound

We had a tiny piece of intangibility; creating such a sense of peace. And although we didn’t seek it, it surrounded us like water, teased out of its secret hiding place. With laughter we let it linger, and then we tried to grab it; maybe it could be the essence of souls… so we poked at it with our fingers, and it started to make holes. When it changed we thought it was broken, and the joy started to disappear…and confusion turned to sadness; after we looked too quizzically at what we’d touched, and emptiness appeared. One wanted to bury it with sorry, and leave it there, dead, deep in the sand…the other wanted to try to make it alive again, with her breath and with her hands.

And as they left it lifted, regaining its unbounded mutable shape…and then it tried to run after them, though they’d parted and did not wait.